Semua Bab Gentle Curves (Dangerous Curves 4): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Mirrie heaved a sigh as three o’clock inched closer. She was wiped out, close to tears, shaky and upset. Having Shane sit right the fuck there for eight hours had been nothing short of devastating: ignoring him had damn near killed her. But she’d done it.She nodded at Spider, headed into the staff room. She was sure that Shane would try to prevent her from leaving, and she braced herself for that. She’d call the cops if he followed her out of the café, she resolved. No way he was getting her alone… no way she could handle that.Slowly, trying to find the energy for the fight that she was sure was waiting for her, she tugged on her jean jacket. Her face in the mirror was strained and drawn, and she sighed again. God, she needed a decent sleep, but she was sure that wasn’t going to happen tonight.She straightened her shoulders, marched out of the back room. Sure enough, Shane was standing, those amazing blue eyes fixed on her. She shook her head, walked over to him, stared at him hard

Tenderly, Aidan kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “You know I will. And if you need me, just pick up the phone. Alright?”“Yes. Alright.” Gently, reluctantly, he released her. His eyes met Maria’s, and he smiled.“Have a good night, ladies. I’ll be back around two o’clock, I figure… I’ll try not to wake y’all up when I come in.”They watched him walk out the door, looked at each other. Maria moved to the kitchen, and started to take down plates and tea cups.“You hungry?” she asked Gabi. “I brought lots.”“Hell, yeah,” Gabi said. “Let’s pile the plates high, OK? Totally pig out and gain ten pounds?”Maria laughed, and started to dish out generous portions of saffron rice. “Aidan and Dillon will love that, huh?”“They sure will. They love us curvy.” Gabi poured the boiling water into the teapot. “So, how’s the nanny job?”Maria’s face lit up. “Oh, great. Keira’s adorable and Zoe’s cool.”“Zoe’s running that tattoo parlour owned by The Road Devils, right?”“Yeah.”“What did Di

Mirrie bit her lip, and mentally ran through everything that she’d packed. Her small backpack held her ID, money, and a change of clothes, and everything else was in her battered rolling suitcase. Not that it was much: Mirrie had decided to travel as light as possible.She looked around now, spotted her cell phone on the sofa. Working quickly, she removed the SIM card, and then cut it into tiny pieces. She left them and the phone on the coffee table, next to the envelope of money for her landlord. She’d buy a burner if she needed to, not that she'd have anyone to call once she settled into her new life. She had resolved to not even contact Spider. She was sure Shane would be all over the poor guy, and Mirrie didn’t want to put her friend in the position of lying. The one thing that she felt like shit about was leaving Naomi – Mirrie was her AA sponsor – but she resolved to send Naomi an e-mail from an internet café, explain and apologize, send her some suggested names as replacement s

Mirrie started. “Shane, I don’t think –”“Stop.” His voice was rough, angry again. “Just stop, Mirrie. OK? Don’t just automatically say ‘no’ like some fucking knee-jerk reaction. Think this through, then answer me.”She shut her eyes again, desperate to avoid the heat in those blue eyes. Oh, God, how she wanted to stop saying 'no' to Shane, and start begging 'yes'. 'Yes' to kissing him, 'yes' to seeing him naked, 'yes' to fucking him hard and deep. 'Yes' to everything he was offering and asking; 'yes' to being together.Mac was unnerved by her silence, by her stillness. “Mirrie? Open your eyes.”She did, and he felt a wave of worry move through his chest at her tears.“Why are you crying?” he murmured. “I just told you that we can be together, and you cry? Thanks a lot.”She gave a watery giggle and wiped her eyes.“OK, so?” he said. “What's your answer?”“I – I can't.”“Why not?”She shook her head.“No.” He was getting angry again. “That's not good enough, OK? Not anymore. You don't

Mirrie gave a small cry when he roughly pulled her arms out of the sleeves, then unsnapped her bra and cupped her breasts. His hot, hungry mouth descended, and took her breasts one at a time, moving back and forth, pushing them together. Her hands clutched his head, holding him closer. She moaned, and he looked at her, his eyes so hot, they almost burned right through her.“Get your jeans off,” he commanded. “I need to touch you.”“Oh, God.” Now it was Mirrie's hands that were shaking as she fumbled with her snap and zipper. He was impatient, almost crazed, and he yanked the denim off her body fast enough to make her head spin. Her panties followed, and then there she was: totally naked and open and under Shane.He palmed her pussy, and she moaned his name into his mouth. His fingers circled her clit, gentle and careful now, watching her face.“Shane,” she said, then stopped, inexplicably shy.“Yeah, babe?”She blushed, and his eyebrows raised.“Pink's a damn good color on you, but wh